I got a date with you on Monday
and you better marry me.
You’ll follow me down the aisle
in your little white capsules.
We better be together for life
and you better treat me like gold
because I’ve been tarnished by

all my exes and by tarnished I mean
that they all piled on top and raped
the sanity out of me like children
pulling scarves out of a clown’s sleeve.
Looks sweet and pure but it’s sadistic
because my sleeve was the exit point

of all this madness and by madness
I mean biting nails and biting hair
and biting arms and heart tsunamis,
paper snowflake patterns
that don’t match and never will.

12/23/2005

Posted on 12/24/2005
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